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Book Two in the Rogues of the Republic series.
Who would have thought a book of naughty poems by elves could mean the difference between war and peace? But if stealing the precious volume will keep the Republic and the Empire from tearing out each other’s throats, rogue soldier Isafesira de Lochenville—“Loch” to friends and foes alike—is willing to do the dishonest honors. With her motley crew of magic-makers, law-breakers, and a talking warhammer, she’ll match wits and weapons with dutiful dwarves, mercenary knights, golems, daemons, an arrogant elf, and a sorcerous princess.
But getting their hands on the prize—while keeping their heads attached to their necks—means Loch and company must battle their way from a booby-trapped museum to a monster-infested library, and from a temple full of furious monks to a speeding train besieged by assassins. And for what? Are a few pages of bawdy verse worth waging war over? Or does something far more sinister lurk between the lines?
512 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 23, 2014



“Wait, were you just trying to get us to take everything off?” Kail asked, winking at one of the guards and moving to force eye contact in return. “Man, your mother is so much more polite about it.”
“Are you really certain that you don’t find Ululenia attractive?” Hessler asked. “Maybe it was first-time jitters. I mean, as far as I can tell, she is arrogant apple, babbling brook, creeping cat, all right, I’m stopping!” He glared at Ululenia. “There was no need to resort to cluttering up my mind.”
“I disagree strongly.” Ululenia’s horn flared, and she headed back toward the office, her slim hips swaying in her white dress with every step.
“You’re . . . you’re sure?” Hessler said. “Because while I am by no means a paragon of masculine attitudes . . . you don’t get many chances at something like that.
“I’m sure.” Dairy looked at Ululenia, then Hessler. “I thought you were with Tern, Mister Hessler.”
“Well, yes, but I’m not dead.”
“Can you go any faster?” Pyvic asked.
“Yes, I’m just choosing to go this speed because your mother likes it when I take my time!”
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“There’s not a lot to hold onto up on top.”
“A lesser man,” Icy said, “would find a way to reference your mother in response to that sentence.”





